Where The Ice Gives Way (Charlotte and Blake) novel Chapter 238

Chapter 239 Wival Pid You See?

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The hate seas to narrow around us. The walls, the stairs, the warm light, Dad rising slowly from the couch behind her. it all stretches thin, like the

schole truse is holding its breath.

Slowly, I lift my head and look at her

“What do you mean

Atom blinks, and just like that, the look is gone. She takes half a step back, shaking her head too quickly. “What? No, I mean… did he do something to you?

Did he scare you?”

My pulse starts beating harder.

Because that is not what she meant.

I know it in the way her voice changes. In the way her fingers curl into the sleeve of her cardigan. In the way Dad goes too still behind her, like he has

suddenly realised they have both let something slip.

She knows.

I don’t know how much. I don’t know what. I don’t know if she knows Charlie, or Blake, or Gareth, or the whole impossible mess hiting beneath this tow but she knows something.

How many people know about wolves?

Charlie said there is a pack here. A pack in this town. The town I have lived in my whole life.

How many times have I passed one of them and never known?

“What do you know?” I ask.

Her face tightens. “Jess…”

“No.” My voice shakes, but I don’t care. “Don’t do that. You asked what I saw.”

Dad steps closer, his expression careful in a way that makes my stomach twist. “Maybe we should all sit down.”

I almost laugh.

Sit down.

As if sitting down will make any of this make sense.

As if I can fold myself neatly onto the couch between them and calmly explain that the boy I like turned into a wolf in a park after dark. As if I can as whether they knew werewolves were real while Mum offers me tea and Dad rubs a hand over his face and tells me we will discuss this like a normal fa

There is nothing normal left.

Not Charlie.

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Chapter 239 What Did You See?

Not my weather’s face

Maybe not even me.

The ache in my chest pulls tighter, and my head swims, making me reach for the wath The wallpaper feels cool beneath my pa The hallway his and the edges, Mum’s worried face smearing into the warm light behind her.

I rub at my chest again, frustrated with myself for doing it, but I can’t seem to stop. Something feels wrong under my skin, in my head, everywhere, it’s all

wrong

“You’re keeping something from me,” I whisper.

I step back from her and from them.

“I can’t do this right now.”

“Jessica, please.”

“No.” I shake my head, because if she says one more careful, almost-truth sentence, I think I might actually fall apart. “I need to sleep. Or think. Or screa into a pillow. I don’t know. But I cannot stand here and have you pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

Mum’s eyes shine. “I’m not trying to hurt you.”

Charlie said something like that too. And yet here I am, standing between the secrets of a boy and the secrets of my family, unable to tell which directio

the ground is supposed to be.

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